I am an Adult??

So, In the last nine months since I've updated... 

Hippos and Blankets Happened for kids at Royal Oak Beaumont Hospital

 

I Graduated from Nursing School

Florence Nightingale Lamp

My Cap, Featuring Baymax... Because I am a Healthcare Robot too.

 

 

 

 

 

My official Grad Pic. 

I Got a Job as a Nurse... Working Midnights...

I created a Fairy Garden.

And I got a Townhouse with Bruce...

Living Room

Living Room

Craft Room

Craft Room

My Walk In Closet

Bedroom

Bedroom. Can you guess which side Bruce sleeps on?

And Bruce Is now attending my Alma Mater.... God... 

So, I guess what I'm saying is I somehow became an adult in the last nine months... What the hell??? I have no clue how it happened, but it did. I still sometimes can't quite believe it happened. Like seriously... I am just going to go to work everyday for the foreseeable future... I don't have classes to attend? When did I become responsible, at what point did I become an adult? And How? How Did I Get Here??

Late notice

I haven't been updating here lately, school got super busy, and life happened. It is 4:15am, and I am being a merry little elf, because, I am making christmas hippos for kids stuck in the hospital. I have an indiegogo campaign set up, and I'm posting a link to it on here, because why the heck not. It's also got 70 hours left, and so any help would be much appreciated, so that I can cover the cost of materials to build these little creations.

The Christmas Hippo Overseer. :D

Anyhow, Here's my campaign link.

http://igg.me/p/1038228/x/9318504


Thank you!! :D

I am not dead!

Holy cow!!! It's been a long long time since I last posted... In the last six months things have been crazy hectic. I'm now in my final semester of nursing school, which means in December I have to get a REAL job... Yikes. Over the summer Bruce and I went to Chicago for five days over the fourth of July weekend. It was a ton of fun and our first real vacation together. Otherwise during the summer I was working at my job as a nursing assistant trying to bring in money so I can not work so much during THIS my FINAL semester of school... (Hopefully).  I got my preceptorship (basically a semester-long residency program for nurses) in a Pediatric ICU, which is awesome and super amazing. The nurses there are really great role models, and they actively try to teach me new stuff, which is totally awesome. I am currently having to write a paper each week, as well as take one online test per week. It's grueling, but i can do it... (I hope) After that all that stands between me and a license is the NCLEX... Gulp....

Anyhow, I finally had a moment to breathe, and realized, I haven't updated my blog in six months... So, How's life out there?

Pre-Birthday Post

I'm alive... It is my Grandpa's birthday today, and it's 3 days to my birthday, and school officially ended for the summer yesterday. I passed all my classes, and I am ready to start summer off right.  Sleeping in and visiting estate sales! I'm only partly kidding. I'll hopefully be updating more frequently. :)

I don't have a whole bunch else to say... How have you been? Anything crazy happen in your life?

Do You Know My Name?

So, A couple nights ago I had this dream that Bruce was calling me by my mother's name, and some other name I no longer remember. I woke up, and woke Bruce up out of a dead sleep and said "Do you know what my name is?" and it took him a second, and he goes "Brooke?" and I go "You keep calling me by my mother's name." And after a few more seconds he goes "Melissa?" and I go "Yeah, and InsertOtherNameHere."and then without even thinking about it he goes "Oh. I'm sorry." And we go back to sleep.

The next morning I'm on my way to my final clinical evaluation and the above scenario just popped into my head... And I was like... Did that actually happen? That's weird... And then I forget about it. And then after my eval, (I got a 3.8 in my psych clinical for those of you who care) Bruce texts me to see if I want to grab lunch with him. So I head over to a restaurant by his work and grab a table. He comes in and sits down and we start chatting about our respective days, and after I tell him about my clinical eval the weirdness from the night before pops into my head again. So I ask him, "Did I wake you up last night?" And he goes "Oh thank God. I'm not going crazy. I was sitting at my desk today thinking about how weird a dream that was for me to be having." And then we burst into laughter. And I go "The best part of that is that you apologized." And he goes, "Well, That goes to show you, even in my sleep I still believe that you can be right, or you can be happy."

And since then it has led to a lot of harassing and facebook conversations like this...

Winter Blues

Winter is a time where we get together for the holidays, we see loved ones, we give to charities, and where we stay inside because it's too flippin cold to do anything outside. I'm in Michigan, and it is absolutely freezing. The days are grey, the snow is white, the roads are brown/grey slush, and it is freezing.

For me, the holidays are fun, if stress inducing. You see the people you love, you spend time together, there's just a warm cozy feeling. Then, shortly after the first of the year, everyone becomes a hermit.... You don't go outside unless you absolutely must, you wait until there is an obscene amount of cans and bottles laying around the garage to return them (so many that they don't fit in the trunk of your coupe, and so you say"I'll make another trip" and then you don't because "gosh it's so cold, they can wait." and now it's gotten obscene again) and you don't return the cans and bottles until you have to go to the bank, or get a haircut (but that doesn't seem entirely necessary either, you can wait til spring, right?) or some other thing happens where you can't justify staying in any longer. Then you trudge out into the snow and ice, and get going. You drive around, make the necessary stops, and arrive back home with a feeling of accomplishment. You feel better, less depressed. You make plans for the next day, and then wake up the next morning and go..."oh... it's cold... I'm not going out today" and then you stay in for a week, before deciding that enough is enough and you go out and return those bottles and cans... or maybe not....

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I have an issue getting myself to do anything during the winter, post-holidays, and I get depressed. And that sucks. I wanna go out and build snowmen, and make forts, and have snowball fights... I wanna!! But I'm just too... depressed, I guess, to go out and do it. Does anyone else have that problem??? How do you make yourself do things like life in general when you don't want to???

Thanks,
Brooke

What Is Going On

So... I have been off the internet a bunch in the past few months... A bunch of stuff has been happening in my life, and I need to just put it out there without having the people I love tell me what is right and what is wrong....

Bruce and I have been dating since the end of last December. I moved in with him on October 19th. We're living with his parents at the moment, and they are wonderful lovely people, who by all accounts seem to adore me. We're looking at buying a house together, and we couldn't be happier with each other.

Our room is an absolute disaster, I'm sitting on the floor as I type this, and... well, I'll just give you a visual of the mess...

Hello!

Honestly, I've cleaned it up quite a bit.... but there's still a long way to go. ( and that's only a quarter f the room... you should see the rest.) I'm actually supposed to be cleaning right now, but I have ADD and my meds haven't quite kicked in yet. (It's not that I'm avoiding the cleaning.... Nope. Not at all.)

Anyhow, my parents are angry I've moved out, they're mad that I'm dating Bruce, they're just all around mad. My mother is furious with my dad's parents for wanting to get to know Bruce, and has pretty much cut them out of her life, for which I feel terrible, but she has to realize that she doesn't control anyone's life but her own, and she can't. Bruce isn't a bad guy, he's actually the best guy I've dated. He loves and adores me, but also respects me and treats me as an equal, not something to be put on a pedestal and elevated to impossible heights, but also not as a fragile china doll. He knows I am capable of doing things, and respects that, and that's one reason why I love him.

Over the past year I've come to realize that the only things I can control are my own actions, and how I react to the things other people do. My mom has done some things this past year for which I was furious with her about, however I have forgiven her. I just hope that in time she learns to do the same. I wish things were different, and I wish that I could change them, but another thing I've realized is that I am not responsible for the actions of those around me, nor am I responsible for the happiness of those around me. I am only one person, I can't do everything for everyone else, and be happy myself. The best I can do is to do things that will make me happy and try to please others. Which is not to say that I don't do things for other people, I do, but I am no longer making myself a martyr for those around me. I have realized that I have to stop sacrificing my own happiness and self worth for everyone else, because then I am unhappy. There is a balance to all things and I've found my way to that balance. It is hectic and stressful and sometimes makes me freak out, but I'm becoming a better, happier person, and that is what life is really all about.

And so, I'll update when I can, with whatever I can. I hope you understand.

Happy Holidays Everyone.

Brooke